Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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Don’t you think it wonderful though that so many of our class turned out such brilliant successes? “Take for instance Professor Clyde Cassidy. I hear he is heading an expedition into Darkest Africa in search of the Missing Link. He had taken Joe Vargas as a decoy to catch specimens. Clyde always was curious about matters that didn’t concern him in the least, but speaking of brilliancy, did you know that Charles Stewart Renwick, Jr., aided by his wife, Gertrude, nee Feudner, has almost completed a machine which will insure ““per- petual motion.” Chick usually did hit it up pretty fast. Beazel Marcos unwittingly performed a great favor for the world, too, didn’t he? How was that? Why, in his efforts to get away from the pleasant existence with his Pinolean wife, he invented a machine that took him clear to Mars. Well, Kirby, I’m sure I don’t want the job of taking care of your cats. Let’s see some more of those pictures. Oh dear, there’s Thomas McDonald. Do you know that he owns that circus that was in Stege last week? I took Boyd night before last and I think I enjoyed it more than he did. There was one act, “Differding’s Dippy Dumbells,” and I thought I’d die of heart failure. It was a tumbling feature an the performers were Harold, Carletta Engleman, Alden Clark, Elsie Einer, Newell Miller and Helen Louise Reed. You should have seen the daring stunts that sextet performed. I never realized what an athlete Harold was, for at school he never exercised much but his tongue. Orva Adams was the tight rope walker. Francis Marchetti was in his element as ringmaster, but I was overcome com- pletely when the bareback riders came on. They were Serena Bowen, Virginia Eichar and Ava Crigler. Virginia certainly has her mount trained beautifully, but then | never saw her at a loss for words. Goodness, I always thought she’d be a lawyer. Well, Boyd insisted on staying to the Wild West Show and I wish you could have seen Bob Engelking, the wonder of the West. Florence Little was one of the cow girls and she certainly was clever with the lasso, but then she had splendid practice in roping when she caught Alec Morrison in the marital noose. Well, well, truth is stranger than fiction. I think one of the best examples of this is the fact that Co Carson is now teaching chemistry at the University of Califor- nia. Still I always knew Co would do something wonderful. Yes, I heard at the last minute she jilted Keith Narbeit for her career, Keith is a great spiritualist now. I hear that our next president will probably be Lee Roy Kaylor. Lawrence Julio certainly has been a good leader, hasn’t he? Yes, I didn’t know Laurie had such a good head for business. His wife, Adrianne, nee Mackay, has been a wonderful first lady of the land. Say, what ever happened to Albert Rowe and Fred Forwick ? It’s a sad story, dear. ‘They are both breaking rock at San Quentin for violating the Blue Sunday laws. They dared to smoke on the day of days. Horrors! But did you hear about George Olson? The poor boy became obsessed with the idea that he was the reincarnation of Shakespeare’s Romeo, and they had to send him to Napa. Mildred Swindell is head matron there and she wrote me the sad news. Gracious! ‘This is a cruel world! It certainly is. ‘There is a perfectly stunning hat in Williards, and I can’t have it till after pay day. Of course it will be gone then. Isn’t that tragic? Hm! Vanity is a terrible thing. Oh, Gladie! Did you see this morning’s Examiner? Hilma Johnson has finally accepted the Prince of Graustark’s proposal. The royal wedding is to take place at Rockinghorse Palace on Wednesday. To think we are personally acquainted with such a great personage ! This is confidential, but I heard Leonard Fraga say he was going to be appointed official stamp licker.

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Sea a oe Reminiscence Why, I declare. Come in Gladie B., or I should say Gladie H. How utterly inconvenient of you to marry a man named Hecker. I can’t get used to it. Why didn’t you write, and when did you get back from your trip east? Well, Kirby, I do hope you are out of breath for a minute. You certainly have never outgrown your high school days in one respect—that of talking a person to death. Speaking of high school, whom do you think I met at the Grand Central in New York? Don’t keep me in suspense! Who was it? Well, when we got off the overland we were literally beseiged by the red-coated individuals and before I could draw a breath I found myself hanging desperately to the coat-tail of one who had masterfully taken advantage of my frail appearance and taken possession of most of our bags. Don’t ask me where Boyd was—he is a dreadful flirt. But as I was saying, the porter’s back did look vaguely familiar, but imagine my surprise when he turned for his tip and I found it was John Varni. Yes, he said he had decided this was the easiest way to make money and he took me over to see his partner, who ran a taxi. “The latter was no other than Kenneth Stott. It seems he had first become interested in machines at high school when he used to ride around in a certain “red bug.’”’ By the way, what ever happened to Isabelle McGregor? Why, the last I heard she and Merle Nantz had gone in partnership and opened a school in etiquette for the Eskimos up in Alaska. Hm! Can you beat that? She and Harriet Fitzgerald used to be such good friends. “Talk about strange happenings—Harriet and Ruth Gingrich have taken an expedition down to Brazil to see if any of the descendants of their ancestors, the Ama- zons, are still surviving. You remember what wonderful athletes the girls were at high school! I know! Ill get my Senior Annual and we’ll see how many of our old class- mates we can account for. Please move over on this chair because “Tabby likes that one especially and I always humor him. Ah! Here is the annual. Didn’t Florence Clark take a good picture? Don’t say anything, Kirby, but | heard from reliable authority that under the name of “Bernice” she is writing those articles on woman suffrage in the Reviews of Reviews. It sure is no secret that Leo Schreuder is giving stump addresses all over the country advocating the suppression of woman’s rights and making the United States a modern Turkey. He always was a woman hater. Oh, Gladie, you remember Francis Collins, the budding young architect of 1923? The other night there was an article in the paper about some brave missionaries who are going to some heathen islands to convert the natives, and among the names were those of Francis Collins and William Regalia. They both had good lungs and the strength of their convictions. “Turn back that page a minute. Didn’t Clarice look adorable? You should see her now. ‘The other day little Boyd, Jr., came home and said Miss Carey actually slapped his dear little hands. Of course, I rushed down to school to give her a piece of my mind and there stood Clarice—but sadly changed. You heard about her blighted romance? Well, now she has turned crabby and steel hearted to the whole world. Isn’t it sad? Mm! I always have said men are fickle. Speaking of romance, I went to the Q and O last night and saw Madras Heady and Maud Muller in “Love at First Sight.” Madras is some modern Valentino. Isn’t that queer? It was just last week that I saw Art Muth and Margaret Carey in ‘““‘We Were Just Playing.” ‘That certainly was a love-match. You know there were a few vaudeville numbers after the picture and a Hazyl Collyns and Ward Grysham did an interpretation dance. Could they have— Yes, they used to be plain Hazel Collins and Ward Grisham in the good old days. “They graduated from the Savin Brothers School in Terpsichorean Art with flying colors. Isn’t this a queer world ?

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I received an announcement yesterday to the effect that Ruby Williams is to ke married at ten-thirty Sunday morning to Kenneth Hall. ‘The Reverend C. W. Car- der, formerly of Texas, is to perform the ceremony. ‘They will make a splendid pair as they are both musical. Oh, yes! isn’t it perfectly wonderful that Helen Gately has turned out to be such a genius? Her piano playing is simply heavenly, and do you know that she is to play before the King of England? I tell you someone else that surprised me, that’s Louis Cagello. He has proved himself a worthy rival to Caruso. I should say, and Arrietta Coon and Raymond Butcher have created quite a sensation with their violins. Say, speaking of music, Boyd loves to go to that vulgar ten-cent movie on Mac- Donald, and yesterday I rushed in to drag him out, and who do you think was work- ing a rickety old player piano?—Warren Griffin. We always said he’d be a great musician. Did Doris Misner ever achieve her ambition to “arrive in society?” Oh yes, she has a permanent position at Pullman naming the cars as fast as they are made. She did have a brilliant imagination. Oh, Gladie, you remember what an artist Willette Davis was at high—well, now she is designing labels for Frank S. Spire’s imported kidney beans. Oh, you know what a wonderful marcelle Reginald Gray had—well, he has a beauty shop in El Cerrito and supplies made over faces at a reaasonable discount to former students. Margaret Brown was there last week and he did make a pretty fair job of it. Have you been in Pinole lately? Marguerite Beckhaus and Bernice “Vhompson are running a select school for ladies there. They both were always such lady-like girls. Have you seen the new posters on the signboards along MacDonald for “Keep- ‘emyoung” face soap? Frank Loher posed for the pictures as he is a perfect model of “keep your schoolgirl complexion.” Have you heard the latest scandal? Mary Armanasco is a modern “Lady Blue- beard.” Her first victim was Charles Dobry and I heard that in one of her insane rages she hit Tetsuma Sakai over the head and hid him in the cellar where he was found under a pile of old Hi-nus papers. Well, that’s too bad, but then Mary was a little wild when she was a girl. Did I tell you that Ralph Anderson is mayor of Pinole? His wife, formerly Hazel Vickery, is head of the woman’s welfare club, and between them they have made Pinole a model city. Say, how is your radio? Gladys Cox was announced as being on the brink of a great discovery, but now her dream has vanished; you know she has been wild over radio and has been perfecting a wonderful set that has neither ground wires or re- ceivers. “There was only one thing wrong with it—it would not work. Gladys has a great mind for mechanical matters. Who was the other Gladys in our class? Oh, Gladys Dreyspring, didn’t you know about her? She is the fairy in the quo- tation, ‘“Have you a little fairy in your home?” Well, well! Say, what do you think? I went down to Regello and Wilson’s Cat Hospital to get some catnip for Tommy, and the Salvation Army was playing in front of Martin’s Grill and Charles Dobry was playing first cornet. Have you read Pauline Hall’s latest book? It’s “My First Proposal.” Yes, it’s a touching tale. Of course you knew that Jewel Hall and Olyve Hen- derson, the great movie vamps, have gone to Spain to get atmosphere for their next; play? Olyve was adorable, wasn’t she? Yes, and she took a good picture, too. 19